JP, though I know I'm late. I was/am in denial about my CF. I was diagnosed at birth (being 3 months premature) and have until this day struggled with taking my meds and treatments regularly. Until I was about 11 or 12 my parents made me take them, but once I got old enough I realized they couldn't force me to, they'd take priviledges etc away, but that never helped. I am now 19, and have been hospitalized about 3-4 times a year for the past 2 years, compared to when i was younger I was hospitalized once a year. I know the repercussions of not doing my treatments etc, but I am in denial about those as well. And I know that I'm shortening my life span but I just couldn't be bothered to think about the future, only the day at hand and living life "normally".
People have always told me that I should be used to taking my meds, "oh i bet that's nothing" "we're going to add this to your daily regime, is that okay?" etc, of course I say yes, but that doesn't mean I do it. Since I didn't do anything for my health in the last 7 or so years it's almost like being a newly diagnosed patient, because i'm not used to taking medicines, I haven't had to schedule my own appointments before, I don't usually schedule my day with 2 (30-45) minute treatments in the thought process. I just go, and if iI remember or I feel I have time to take my meds/treatments then I do, but I certainly haven't ever planned my life around it in anyway, it's just not a thought that crosses my mind everyday. As strange as that sounds, I honestly do NOT think about my meds/CF daily unless I am sick.
I think a large part of it was that when I was younger going to the hospital was almost like a getaway, I called it my vacation, I knew all teh nurses, I got to play games, I got to eat whatever I wanted and didn't have a bedtime. When I was sick I got what i wanted, I got attention that I may not have gotten at home, I never got in trouble. It was things like that, not to say the world revolved around me, but my parents worlds DID. And I loved it, I loved not ahving to worry about getting in trouble or going to school or anything like that. And I knew if I didn't take my meds atleast a couple of times a year, this "vacation" would happen.
Now, that I look back on it I would say I was a brat. I would say that I was stupid for jeapordizing my health. But honestly, for the past few years when I leave the hospital, I say I'l try to get better at it. And I do... for about 2 weeks and it slips my mind one day and I just say "oh well, once won't hurt" but it does, and it's stupid. and now I have college and a job, opportunities I never thought I would. A boyfriend of 2 years, whom I can see myself being with for a very, very long time. I want a family, I want all kinds of normal things and I'm scared because it could all be taken in a moment.